Page 9 of Moonveil and Magic

He remained standing, his tall frame looming over me like a shadow. My breath hitched as I realised the thick, unmistakable evidence of his arousal was inches from my face. Straining against his trousers, it was pulsing with a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. My inner voice squealed in a rush of heat and glee, “Yes, oh daddy, yes…”

I couldn't have looked away if I tried, but Lucien didn't give me the chance to hide. He reached down, his fingers hooking firmly under my chin to tilt my head up, forcing me to look him in the eye while my face was inches from his heat. A devilish glint danced in his amber eyes, a dark, knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he saw my pupils blow wide.

“You said that out loud, you dirty girl,” he purred, the vibration of his voice hitting me right in my core. He didn't move his hand, keeping my face tilted up toward him, his thumb grazing my lower lip. “Do you want to be a good girl and touch me?”

Lucien didn't move an inch. His fingers still hooked under my chin as he watched me tremble. His thick, hardened length was right there, inches from my lips, radiating heat and demanding attention from beneath the fabric. “You’re so eager, aren't you, Ivy?” he murmured, his voice a low, honeyed vibration.

He stayed rooted to the spot, his height making me feel small and cherished all at once. Slowly, he released my chin, but only so his hand could slide into my hair, his grip tightening just enough to anchor me. With his other hand, he reached for his belt, his eyes never leaving mine as he began to undo the leather.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands reaching out instinctively to find the solid weight of his thighs. I didn't want him to move. I wanted him exactly where he was, towering over me and letting me see every bit of the man I was about to taste.

With a sense of casualness, Lucien took his time and slowly slid his briefs down, inch by agonising inch, showing me his hard length until it sprang free. Fuck me! My eyes widened in shock as my pussy clenched in anticipation… and a little fear. Lucien was huge. Is he only a warlock or something more?

He palmed his thick shaft, ran his thumb over his precum and leaned forward to wipe it onto my lips, pushing his thumb into my mouth. I sank back against the deep cushions of the couch, my head tilting up as Lucien slid his hand down my throat, gently pressed and asked in a growled whisper, “Ivy, before we go any further, do you consent to light choking and no condom? I’m clean, are you?”

“I’m clean, on birth control,” I breathed out against his thumb, my heart hammering against my ribs. I looked up at him, defiance and desire mixing in my chest. “And if you don't use those hands on me, I’m going to lose my mind. If I need you to stop, I'll say ‘red’.”

Lucien’s jaw tightened, a dark, satisfied glint appearing in his eyes as he palmed his cock back and forth. “Good. Because I don't plan on holding back.”

I couldn’t help but gulp and squeak out in excitement, “Yes, daddy.” Without further delay, I began to worship him, fisting his heavy length with both hands. I pressed my lips over the wide tip of his perfect, veiny hardness, gliding my mouth down, trying to get used to his staggering size. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, then popped him out of my mouth with a string of spit connecting us. I looked up into his eyes, and they were dark with hunger, amber highlights staring through to my soul.

Lucien reached down, one hand closing lightly around my throat while the other tangled deep into my hair. The height difference meant I had to strain upward, my neck arched as he anchored me, but the tension felt divine while my mouth worked ferociously on his shaft. He began to meet my movements, thrusting deep into the back of my throat and stretching me wide. A muffled gag escaped me as the intensity of his length sent tears and mascara running freely down my face. My whimpers and the desperate sounds of struggle were sending him over the edge.

Frantically, he pulled himself out of my mouth, and with a roar of pleasure, he spilled his heat all over my heaving breasts. He growled, “You’re a fucking goddess, Ivy… and now you’re mine, covered in me.”

He eased me back onto the couch, his eyes wild as he loomed over me. “I’m going to eat you alive and fuck you with my fingers until you’re shaking and screaming my name,” he promised, before quite literally ripping my underwear to shreds.

With my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, I spread my legs wide, the cool air hitting my damp skin, and ran a hand down my stomach. I watched his eyes track the movement, dark and hungry, as I teased a finger around my clit before dipping into my slick heat. I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking on them slowly as I held his gaze. “Dessert is served,” I gasped.

Lucien didn't just move; he blurred. With the silent, liquid agility of a predator, he closed the distance in a single heartbeat, landing between my thighs with such feline precision that the couch barely even creaked under his weight. “Fuck yes, you dirty girl.”

He didn't waste a second, burying his face against me. He purred right into my aching clit, a deep, feline vibration that sent a shockwave straight to my core before his tongue began to lap at me. He moved with a desperate intensity, pushing inside me and then swirling back up to the centre of my pleasure repeatedly, like a man dying of thirst.

“Fuck yes, Lucien, yes, YES!” I screamed, my thighs squeezing tight against his ears. I tangled my fingers in his hair, wildly pulling him closer, pushing his face harder into my pussy. Realising I still had my stilettos on, I grinned wickedly and pressed the sharp points into the muscles of his back.

My eyelids fluttered closed as every nerve thrummed. The raw edge of his desire was consuming me until I heard only the sound of our ragged breaths. I succumbed to the pressure of his mouth and the clever work of his fingers until I arched off the cushions, seeing motherfucking stars as the world exploded into white-hot light.

As I recovered, maybe minutes later, I felt the aftershocks like lingering lightning pulsing through my limbs. “Lucien,” I whispered, my voice a breathless ghost of itself. “That was… fucking amazing.”

I rolled to my side, arching my back in a slow, feline stretch that would have made Violet proud. I gently stroked a hand over my sensitive skin, my eyes heavy with a sudden, bone-deep exhaustion.

“Could we do it again?” I murmured, my words trailing off into a yawn. “Just a little nap first?”

“No rest for the wicked, Ivy,” Lucien murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that I felt in my marrow. He pulled back from between my thighs just enough to look at me, his face flushed and eyes burning with a golden intensity I couldn't explain. “I’ve felt your pulse hammering through the penthouse since the moment you walked in. I think I knew how this ended before you even said hello.”

I was sprawled before him, my breath coming in heaving gasps, and I couldn’t wait another second. The ache in my centre was a physical command. I reached for him, my fingers digging into the hard, bunched muscle of his shoulders to pull him up. “Stop talking, Lucien. I want to feel you. Now.”

He moved with a liquid grace that made my heart trip. He didn't just climb over me; he flowed, his weight settling over me with a precision that felt almost preordained. He felt massive, a solid wall of heat that chased away the last of my nerves.

I reached down, my hand finding the heavy, pulsing heat of him. He was like velvet-wrapped steel, his heart thundering against my chest in a rhythm that matched mine. I guided his length to my aching entrance, my breath catching as he nudged against me, testing the limit of my surrender.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his hand sliding up to cradle my jaw, his thumb pinning my gaze to his. I watched his eyes darken until the amber seemed to swallow the irises as he drove forward in one slow, possessive thrust. I cried out, my back arching off the cushions as he stretched and filled me completely. Until I felt every inch of his staggering thickness. It wasn't just a physical fit; it was a magical snap, like a circuit finally closing.

“God,” he groaned against my neck, his muscles coiling as he began to find a deep, steady rhythm. “You were made for this. For me.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, the points of my stilettos hooking into his lower back to pull him even deeper. The world narrowed down to the friction, the scent of our combined arousal, and the way Lucien moved inside me, with a strength that felt raw and overwhelming, and a hunger that was purely, dangerously his own.

As the first wave of pleasure began to ripple through me, it wasn’t just a physical release. It was a detonation. I felt every muscle in my body tighten in response to his rhythm, my heart hammering a frantic beat against my ribs. I was no longer just a girl on a couch. I was a lightning rod for the intensity he was pouring into me. Every time he drove forward, the world seemed to tilt, the air in the room turning thick and electric as my body screamed for the end.